There are days when I can’t even connect the dots of my own feelings enough to know what I’d say if I had the words. The only phrases I can string together come from sad mad Country songs and I wonder if songwriters are always in a state of emotional conflict. Other days the sun…
Sometimes I open up a new post and start typing but realize I don’t really know what I’m trying to say. So I click the “x” and write another post on another topic, because there are plenty of things I can write without needing to listen. But that blank post? It’s still in my head. …
As I worked on my own personal (re)branding, I studied the profiles of fellow bloggers and the social media experts I respect… And I took note of the consistencies and inconsistencies alike.
Platform: Get Noticed in a Noisy World is a fabulous tool for anyone who is in business or social media. (And really, can you be in business without being in social media these days?) It’s aptly called “a step-by-step guide for anyone with something to say or sell”. The first section, on creating a wow…
Give me the wisdom to forego the tyranny of the urgent that I might not forsake the eternal that is here and now.
“Our night lite is orange! Our night light is orange!” The door-opening and loud exclamations sometimes seem to negate the whole idea of “sleeping in”, but at least they’re getting the idea. We used to be greeted by “Ready brek-uss! Ready brek-uss!” at about 6:25 each morning. An announcement from a 2-year-old’s lips which was…
I wasn’t thinking about branding when I first got online as a teenage girl. I wasn’t even thinking about becoming a blogger. So I used variations on my name as I signed up for accounts—a different one for almost every login, or so it seems now that I’ve tried to go back and make them consistent!
If we could see beyond today as God can see… I could hear the tune in my head the moment I thought about the word “beyond.” I pulled out the old brown hymnal to find it. I don’t remember if we sang it in our church growing up. But it only had one sharp, so…
“Oofy saved my life.” It took a few repetitions before we understood what our almost-three-year-old was telling us. Oofy the cat (named, like all our felines, for a P.G. Wodehouse character)had saved her life. “How did Oofy save your life?” “He ate the gopher.” At this point we all burst into laughter because as far…
We have so much more than enough. I sort the outgrown clothes into overflowing bins. I stack the boxes of books for upcoming school years. We can the extra tomatoes so we’ll still have enough this winter. We are blessed in abundance. We have oh so much more than enough for the five of us….
There’s something about a visit from my grandparents that puts my life back into perspective. When they look at my young daughter, they see me at that age. When my husband talks to my grandma, he hears me. My son, just learning to walk, is delighted to try out great grandpa’s cane. And sitting there…
I see the back end of a lot of WordPress installations. It’s always with shock that I see the pending updates, and with a bit of conern that I hear their answer to the question, “Have you backed your site up lately?” I’ve come to the conclusion that a lot of people are using the…
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